Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.